Luyện nghe bài hát We Got That

(The Ryders)
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(Double R, baby)
Flame on,
Cmon, cmon,

Aiyyo, yall niggas take too long wrapping them up in tape
Me, I just sure they stomp like crush grapes
I make the hardest a tear
Give em a gun, if I had two here
Two over there, fuck fair

Yall niggas like leaf paper, easy to tear
Drag just burn that up and get it here
think, yall goin from heaven to hell?
Yall aint goin

But in the same town on the dirty ground
And I care how you livin it up
I got dead niggas shiverin up
You can bet, I come you up
Them niggas bust guns to make niggas run by me

I mine with one eye and one closed and focus
The one is at the tip of the nose
it blows, yall so called pimps die hoes
Dont rhymes or flows, just air mark
Snap with a finger, have yall in dead park

Anything thats with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for
Stand clear, all yall cowards have warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Anything thats dealin dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Yo, yo, aiyyo, who the fuck you spit mean?
Same that tried to put Irv Gotti teams
Since I had a snotty
Was to die in a red beam
Never ask when I need
Im a customer, I your cream

Soldier, cross over, knock on my
Wit Jehovah, huh, the populations over
Im causing retirements
'Cause you blast when Im firing
Dyin in the you lyin in

Went from the full house to the raw
To tryin to rip my draws out
Try it now, nigga, your jaw out
You want my gun to go pow, pow

Well, Ima have face the same color
As a of a chow, chow, nigga
These aint water pistols, shoot many missiles
And I set em off, they scar your bones to the grissle

Only I knew how it was come
Put up in your baby mom, for only son
Im takin

thats dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have been
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Anything dealin with dough, we got that
back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Uh, Im fucked up, know the truth
See, Is sick, throwin up henny and gook
Poof, me gone, I pray for the of my mother
Until I worked up and hugged her and told her I loved her

Sick sin, my ink pen stay in the
Crown me king, I spit through the eyes of a
Golden ice, I for the love of my wife
Then she ran out and dumped me, and po-po me

home, of course as the king of my throne
Back to Roleys, back to smokin bones Coley
My demo was better a lot of yall records
Bed rocked your ass, down, so let the gun go

I murdered some for dough
Hit em up fast, watched die extra slow
I lock shop when I through with the blue tops
Smokin a ooh, whop, with all cocked

thats dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for
Stand clear, all yall cowards have warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Anything thats dealin with dough, we got
Cock back, hold in for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have been
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Anything dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for
Stand clear, all yall have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Anything thats dealin with dough, we got
Cock back, in position for combat
clear, all yall cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

See now, it go, yall got it
The Coast, West Coast collabo
Warren G doin it with my from the Ruff Ryders
Eve, my nigga
Yeah, how we doin it, like that for yall
In the 99